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Life of a Pen
I am a pen of my soul,
I too have ears but no hands,
Sometimes the body moves me,
I think in two directions at times,
When the soul and the body disagree,
I am at war with myself.
When they decide to mutually consent,
My life i at rest.
But at rest my purpose fails;
My ink fades.
Life in conflict makes me worth it.
I too have ears but no hands,
Sometimes the body moves me,
I think in two directions at times,
When the soul and the body disagree,
I am at war with myself.
When they decide to mutually consent,
My life i at rest.
But at rest my purpose fails;
My ink fades.
Life in conflict makes me worth it.
Published 24th Sep 2013
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3rd Oct 2013 12:28pm
21st Dec 2013 7:38am
Life is of pain also…nd ur pen can craft dt…and turn into pleasure …of being human…nd u overcome of all conflicts but with start with new conflicts dt makes ur life worth to live…with warmth of being alive…
